It's based around a man who takes men prisoners and trains them as sex slaves, for himself and other men in his group.
It has BDSM, Exhibitionist & Voyeur, NonConsent/Reluctance and Gay.
Thank you sdbnnc for editing my story
Gus and His Three Boys: How They Met
"Boys, you are in a lot of trouble!" said Gus, walking around the three young men he had tied spread-eagle from the ceiling.
"I have tied you three up, facing each other, so you can see what the other ones are doing. Please don't try to talk or yell. I can get bigger ball gags than the ones you are wearing, and they will break the jaws of the first time cocksucker," Gus continued.
"First, hands up, who would like to suck my dick? I see one, two, three pairs of hands up. Good! Second, who likes to get a nice fat long dick up his cute little tight ass? I see one, two, three pairs of hands up. You boys are eager to start. Excellent! You boys are going to love sucking my dick, and offering your asses to me. But I am not cruel, if you tell me you don't want to be my cock-loving slaves, I will unclip you and hand you over to the police," Gus said.
"MMMMMHHHHMMMM, AAAARRRRHHHHH" was the only response from the boys, their ball gags inhibiting their ability to speak quite effectively.
"My, you lot are eager to get started!" said Gus as he left the room and walked into his editing room. "The cameras were recording everything," he explained as he returned to the boys.
"Boys, good news! You will be stars by the morning -- three fresh young boys that are to be broken in by me, 'Master Gus.' Look around the room; check out the cameras. Some are getting wide shots, some close ups and I have a handheld for the money shots. If you don't know what the money shot is, well you boys are in for a treat. First, let's cut these clothes off, so you can show me how good you look naked," said Gus, putting down the camera and picking up the scissors.
As the clothes on the first boy were cut away, Gus exclaimed, "Oh, look at you . . . you are cute and tiny. How about your friends -- are they as tiny as you? Let's find out . . . "
Gus moved over to cut the clothes off the other two boys and continued speaking, "Yep, they are as tiny. Ray, are you getting all this?"
"Yes, thank you," Ray responded through the speakers in the room. "When can I come around and play with them?"
"Well, first you need to get back into the country, and then you can come around and use them," said Gus, putting down the scissors, and picking up the camera again.
"Boys, open your eyes and look at each other," Gus directed. "I SAID, BOYS, OPEN YOUR EYES, NOW!!"
"Trouble in paradise?" Ray inquired.
"No, they just don't know me yet," Gus responded. "I think they might be a little shy to be around each other naked."
Gus picked up a flogger with the hand that was not holding the camera. "I will count to three, and if I don't see three sets of eyes looking at me, I'm going to beat your asses! One, two, three! Nothing -- oh well, Ray, sound check," Gus said as he applied the flogger to each of the boys' suspended asses.
"MMMUUMMMHH, MMMUUUMMHHH, MMMUUUMMMHH!!!" was the boys' response.
"Now, open your eyes! Good, that is better. You do what I say, you don't get hurt -- well, not in a bad way. I will still hurt you, but that will be for my enjoyment, not because I am angry with you," Gus explained.
"Sound, sounded fine, just a little muffled," Ray said. "Who are these three, and how did you get them?"
"They are, let's see -- this one, is Todd Ashfield; that one is Rod Hanns; and the last one is Dennis May," said Gus looking at the three men's drivers' licenses.
"Hey, Ray, all three of them are twenty." Gus went on. "I think they are the youngest ones I have caught!"
"How about Roy Morrison?" asked Ray.
"He doesn't count," Gus responded. "I won him in a poker game with Master Jackson." Gus threw the licenses on the table and walked toward Dennis.
"Dennis, tell me, do you enjoy this? I mean you are a boy, I am a man. This is unnatural. A slave boy can not love a Master," whispered Gus, pressing his body against Dennis's back, reaching around to slowly wank him.
"Tell me, do you want me to finish you off? Let you cum? Hear your gasps as you cum, feel your body shake to absolute pleasure? Tell the camera in front of you?" Gus queried.
"Harh, yes!" Dennis replied.
"What will you do for me?" Gus asked.
"Hurh, what?" Dennis asked.
"If I let you cum, what will you do for me?" whispered Gus, slowing down his wanking and licking Dennis's neck.
"Anything! That is the best!!" Dennis replied.
"Would you suck Todd's dick, lick Todd's dick, swallow Todd's cum, lick your lips, and then ask for more, maybe from Rod?" Gus asked.
"Yes, anything! Please. You're driving me crazy, let me CUM!!!!" Dennis begged.
"NO," Gus said.
"Please, I said I would!" Dennis begged again.
"Prove it," Gus demanded.
"How?" Dennis asked.
"Look me in the eyes, and say 'Master Gus, I want to suck Todd's dick, and if I still need cum, I will suck Rod's dick. I'll be your cock-sucking slut. I want your dick too, Master Gus, please give me your cum'," Gus said, moving around Dennis's body to look him in the eyes, continuing to wank Dennis's dick.
"Now tell the camera," Gus stated.
"Please . . . please . . . Master Gus . . . I want to suck Todd's dick, and -- AH don't stop -- if I still need cum, I will suck Rod's dick. I'll -- oh, I'm nearly there -- be your cock-sucking slut. I want your dick too, Master Gus, please give me YOUR CUM!!!!!" Dennis wailed.
"Look at yourself, debasing yourself for a dick," Gus taunted. "A piece of meat between your legs; only girls or poofter sluts suck and lick them. Are you a girl or a poofter slut?" Gus asked Dennis.
"Yes . . . I'm a poofter . . . slut!" Dennis replied.
"Good boy, go to Todd," said Gus, taking his hand from Dennis's dick, and undoing the padded chains around his arms and feet. "Suck those two, then you can play with yourself."
"Todd, I have to do this, I need to cum. Please don't think me a poof!" whimpered Dennis, falling to his knees.
"Todd, you tell him it is ok, if he wants to suck dick like a girl," said Gus sitting in the lounge chair in the corner of the room.
"YOU FUCKING GIRL, SUCKING COCK LIKE A COMMON WHORE, YOU BETTER SWALLOW IT, YOU LIKE THAT, I BET . . . " Todd began.
"Hey, that is good, Todd," Gus said, "I bet you get the girls doing what you want. How many girls or boys have you let suck your dick, stud?"